Post by Butcher on Mar 30, 2024 15:04:31 GMT -6
Beutiful day here today. Went to cut some more farwood. Had a big dead ash in mind but after looking at it more I thought there is low hangin fruit to be had in another spot. Spied a small locust and a small hackberry that looked to be much less taxing on my low energy level today. Locust was my first victom. Back lean and the wind was not in my favor but I can do this I says to myself. I wanted to drop it in a clearing in the woods that I could get close to it with my truck to load it up. I decided to make my back cut first and wedge the hell out of it and then make my face cuts and bang the wedges till it went over. All was going well till I realized I left to much hinge and stuck my saw back into the back cut. Nicked my wedges and spit them out and at the same time a gust of wind pushed the tree back on the stump. Out comes the straps and cables and the winch to pull it back over. The hackberry was just 20 feet away in the timber and I wasnt sure if I wanted to drop it after wrestling a bunch of heavy locust rounds into the truck and knowing full well it was going to get hung up in a couple other trees. What the hell, I am here, its a beutiful day, why not ruin the day by working my ass off. As expected it got hung. Rolled it off the stump with a cant hook and it fell were I wanted it. Got the straps hooked to it to drag it 100 feet to the clearing and it got lodged on some unseen stump. Out comes the winch and a chain and a snatch block to redirect it. Got it out and loaded and headed home. I am some kinda tired, the wood hauler is sitting out by my stacks severly over loaded and I dont care. I am going to take a nap and then eat supper and then think about continuing that nap till tomorrow morning. It's times like these that I wish I was young and dumb and only care about guns, sex, and motercycles.
Both of my parents burned wood, but it was after I was out on my own.